Super Trick or Treat System

…Li Huai turned around, but Ryan reached out and grabbed his arm. His nails dug deep enough in his shirt and skin to make Li Huai bleed. Li Bai took a step away, Ryan's nails stabbed him in the process and stumbled in the right direction he hoped. Lana grabbed him and took his arm.

"Where is Armando?" Li Hao said.

"He ran away," Lana said. "Soon you said \'talking like a devil\'. Where is Lee Bad?"

"Enter the office."

Only four steps away from the door. Five, they experienced it. Behind them, Ryan is still cursing Li Bad, but he sticks it out of his head and concentrates on the things in his hands. This problem obviously no longer needs any manpower to solve it. It did so by itself, opening in his hand when Li Badi walked, and its tune scratched the back of his skull, entered there and caused Ryan trouble. The small door of the curved bone near the back of the device opened, just a crack, and Li Badi felt the familiar storm current crazily enter his head.

Its root is the voice of the remaining angels. When their passion is stimulated, this voice has become popular. But these words were poisoned and the music was destroyed. After entering hell, Li Huai now knows that the filth of the sewer is flowing in his head, full of plague and despair. He wants it.

"Table?" he said to Lana. "Sweep. Just clear everything. Soon!"

Lana grasped the urgency of Li's bad voice, she did as he said, and swept all the documents and photos organized by Mai Dong back into the chaos at her feet. From every corner of the room, to the wooden planks under the pile carpet, there are ragged roars and creaking sounds everywhere. This is a test of the fabric of the old building through the mechanism of solving the problem. In the nameless place between the crawl space and the dream space, the cruel simplicity of brick and wood has lost trust in itself, and some things have slipped above the threshold.

Li Badi carefully put the box on his old table. Most of his time in his adulthood was spent behind him, too much time wasted on the double mystery of cruelty and grace. Now, all of this is old news. The only important problem has been solved, right on his desk. The music slowed down again, and the pitch fell to the throat.

What happened next was candy for normal vision. It attracted Lana's praise, "Fuck, look at that".

"what?"

"Light. Get out of the top of the puzzle. Go up. Bright again. Wait...it's falling."

"Please stay away from it."

"Not far from Li Huai. It slipped onto the wall where the big map of New York was fixed. Now it has stopped."

"Describe it."

"It's just a long, narrow light. One end is at the bottom of the wall, the other end-"

"Six feet tall."

"Maybe higher. What is this?"

"A door. Go to hell. Open a crack."

"The other one?" Lana said. "Mai Dong!"

"I'm here," Mai Dong said. He is at the door between the rooms.

"Do you have Ryan?" Li Bad asked.

"More or less. He was subdued."

"Take him out. Let everyone out."

"No, **** it. Li Hao did Li Hao's time. They can't do Li Hao anymore!"

"I don't think it works like that. Tell me: What happened there?"

"The lights are going out," Lana said. "It really became bright for a few seconds, and it just disappeared now. Maybe you stopped it before it started?"

"No."

The solid structure of the room did not cater to the provocative appearance of the door without complaint. The bricks, forced to accommodate the invading door askew, cracked from top to bottom, and now grind the two broken halves together. Black lightning cracks crossed the ceiling, jagged on the wall, and paint shards falling from a high place flickered as they fell.

A gust of wind, covered by the stench of rotting, blew from hell, grabbed the door as it came in, and opened it. The room complained eagerly that it must suddenly make room for the entire door, and the walls were angrily, especially the map wall, where there was an inch wide crack around the door frame. Due to the supernatural recalculation of the comfortable geometry of the object, the wood produced squeaky fragments. Brick dust, ground into a small red mist, filled the room, and the gust of wind on the other side made it curl and swirl.

"What can you see from the door?"

"Not much," Mai Dong said. "If I reach the limit, will I be attracted back?"

"That's not like that to me," Li Huai said.

"Aren't there any bells? I remember you told me that a bell was ringing."

"Yes," Li Hao said. "It's like a death knell."

He raised his head and listened carefully. Not there "No bells in hell?" he said.

"No, there is nothing in hell," Mai Dong said, staring at the portal. "Harold, if that box should open the door to hell, either **** no longer exists, or the box has dialed the wrong number."

"I'm coming to you," Li Hao said.

He stood up, and Lana held his arm again. She helped him move around the side of the desk carefully on the littering floor. When they reached the corner of the desk, Li Bai stopped for a moment, then turned back and picked up the puzzle box. He doesn't deal with it with reverence now, the fact is realized by making a harsh scream, Li Badi almost lost things suddenly. It adjusts immediately, and the scream becomes a baby cry.

"Mai Dong?"

"I'm here."

"Three steps, Li Bad," Lana said. "Yes, that's it. Two. One. Okay. A few steps ahead. That's the threshold."

Li Wei patted his steps with the toes of his boots. Then, he set "Configuration" as the next step. The box turned over several times, then stopped, and its painful cry disappeared. He doesn't need sight to evoke wasteland beyond the threshold. Li Badi faced the strong wind. The country of Lucifer is full of the smell of death and disease. There were no appeals, no judgments, no prayers or screams-just the occasional buzzing of flies looking for places to lay their eggs, and the thunderous thunder full of poisonous rain.

"Smells like hell," Li Hao said. "I think it has disappeared. Thank God."

"Does anyone know what to do?" Mai Dong said.

"There is only one. You used to be a football player, right?

"I never told you. How are you?"

"Kick the box."

"what?"

"Box, McDonald. Kick it as much as possible."

Li Badi felt that Mai Dong was very happy. "Give me a room." Li Huai and Lana stepped back.

Of course he couldn't see Katz's kick, but Li Badi heard it. When Katz passed him, the air was rushing, the sound of his boots was connected to the puzzle box, and there was a hoarse call from Katz, he roared at Li Badi:

"Fuck! This **** thing doesn't want to be kicked."

The tremor occurred again in the middle of the sentence, the room began to tremble, and the fine paint peeling and brick dust began to reappear. Li Huai stood on the threshold, Mai Dong stood aside, Lana firmly held his arm, listening to him close the door once and for all.

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